[Story] Dead Job (page 5)

I was woken up to Eiladh blowing up my commcell. She'd apparently woken up earlier, call Ash's house phone a few times, and now that my ICE was thawed, she could get ahold of me too. She still sounded pissed, but less so than last night. So, normal sober Eiladh.

"So deckerboy, did you get enough sleep last night? Feeling any better about letting our boys die? Ready to finally get off your ass?" She spoke in her usual sarcasm-dripped tone.

"Not yet, Eil. Ready to crack some heads?"

"More than ever. Any word from Torg yet?"

"Not yet," I replied wiping the sleep from my eyes," he's next on my to-do."

"Glad you're good for something. Meet at the usual place. Tioraidh."

Asher set a fresh cup of coffee on the table in-between the couches and I nodded my thanks before ringing Torgyn.

"Oct, chooma, where you been? I've been trying to ring you all night, dawg. Thought you got vented."

"I'm fine, Torg. Corpos killed my comms, but Eil and Ash grabbed me and we delta'd.

"Well good news, choomba. I still got that file, so we can still get paid!"

"Uh... choom. Sharpe and Hargrave are dead. I think we got set up."

"Oh... so wait, are we still getting paid?

"I- I don't know, maybe not, but we might be getting even. Meet us at the usual. Bring the file. You got it, choomba. Headed that way now.

Torgyn's good people, all-in-all. Being a troll, he hasnt had it easy, but then again who has in this city? We started running with him a few months back after Jet got himself vented. He's dumber than dog drek, but he's been a good chummer, and I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that axe of his.